I watch because of that look of acceptance in the animal’s eyes. Absurdly, I imagine the animal understands. I imagined the animal sees that its imminent demise is for a higher purpose.

I lay on the side of the dirt road next to a rocky trench, looked up to the gray morning sky, thankful for air, thankful for light, thankful to be alive.

I wanted that, to move on, to forget, to start with a clean slate. I wanted to be able to breathe again.

He knew I betrayed him and yet he was rescuing me once again, maybe for the last time.

They say, Find a purpose in your life and live it. But, sometimes, it is only after you have lived that you recognize your life had a purpose, and likely one you never had in mind.

If thou art indeed my father, then hast thou stained thy sword in the life-blood of thy son. And thous didst it of thine obstinacy. For I sought to turn thee unto love, and I implored of thee thy name, for I thought to behold in thee the tokens recounted of my mother. But I appealed unto thy heart in vain, and now is the time gone for meeting.